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The week taken to bits, grand finale

It is raining. Most of us our sick here. I found Henry asleep on the floor at 5 o’clock last evening. He had gripped several trains in his little hands. This morning at 6 he slept walked into my room, demanding paci, trains and music. He could not go back to sleep until he had completely reorganized them Percy had to have the express coaches, Thomas hand to have Annie, Clarabel and the handcar for some reason. Salty, apparently, does not need to pull anything, whereas James towed three empty freight cars. I really feel Salty is getting off to easy, though he is the nicest diesel on the island, by far. Harold guarded the complete set, including my boy and back they all drifted off to Sodor, the magical land where people sleep in on dark rainy mornings. It was so dark at 6 and my kids usually sleep til 7 that I was feeling rather robbed of a good sleep in when the baby woke as well – he got medicine and a sippy in his crib and managed to get a few more hours. (Yes, juice in his crib. See, I’m tired.) Yesterday we were all just puddles of exhaustion all over the house, hardly stirring to make lunch – though midday the nurse called and we had to motivate and go pick up Thinker – I sorta think he was faking it, but didn’t have the energy to question to closely…though he did actually say out loud “now I know that after three trips to the nurse, you get to go home.” Seriously, out loud. Let’s call it a mental stress day after a rather long week of mom being preoccupied with his younger brother. Either that or he is going to categorically test each system of his new school until he has mastered it. He’s analytical like that. I am proud to say he took his spelling test before cashing it in; on the other hand, to survive he should probably learn to cut school more strategically: a Friday afternoon with the spelling test over is probably not the most taxing period of the school week. Now he’s used up a freebie on nothing much. I wonder if I should school him on this topic now or wait til he’s older. I was an excellent school cutter all through high school and college and most of the time planned it perfectly. I’m almost too tired to feel nervous about the sleep deprived EEG. I am not particularly nervous about the results in this instance; everyone tells me that whatever he has is treatable and disappears – that is if he has anything at all past some sort of learning disability. No, I am worried about the process: sleep, juice and food deprivation leading up to an afternoon and gooing up his curly locks and keeping him still enough to let the nurses put the electrodes on, get tested awake and asleep, clean up and come home. I think I will be just as exhausted when I post next Saturday – or I may just link to this post to express it all. Someone suggested that they might need to shave his head, and I nearly fainted. It turns out that won’t be so – they’d have to sedate both of us to get that done. Henry’s hair is integral to his personality. It keeps him cute in otherwise dangerously frustrating situations. We both need it to stay on his head. It is raining and his cute curls are particularly curly. We’ve given up all agendas for the day, save what keeps us home, home, home. Tomorrow can worry about itself (at least for now – and now is all I really have, right?)

My daughter had an EEG last year and it really wasn’t as bad as it seems. They did NOT have to cut her hair and they let us stay right there with her while it happened. I can’t remember if they sedated her but she was asleep for part of it (I think they wanted to but she was just so groggy for other treatments they didn’t have to).It was harder for the CAT Scan/MRI as I couldn’t be there with her. She was sedated for the MRI so I was there when she fell asleep and woke up.Far worse was the other tests.The good thing about New England is there are many, many good children’s hospitals (assuming you are going to a children’s hospital) and I would trust any one of them.

My daughter had an EEG last year and it really wasn’t as bad as it seems. They did NOT have to cut her hair and they let us stay right there with her while it happened. I can’t remember if they sedated her but she was asleep for part of it (I think they wanted to but she was just so groggy for other treatments they didn’t have to).It was harder for the CAT Scan/MRI as I couldn’t be there with her. She was sedated for the MRI so I was there when she fell asleep and woke up.Far worse was the other tests.The good thing about New England is there are many, many good children’s hospitals (assuming you are going to a children’s hospital) and I would trust any one of them.

Hmm, yes tomorrow is for tomorrow, but then again, I’m not sure that I think today is all you have…it is simply all that is right now.I love this stream of thought. So interesting to see in another’s mind. :)JulieUsing My Words

Hmm, yes tomorrow is for tomorrow, but then again, I’m not sure that I think today is all you have…it is simply all that is right now.I love this stream of thought. So interesting to see in another’s mind. :)JulieUsing My Words